I’m not sure the “deeper” meaning is exactly what he’s after here — I think he describes the instrument, and the way a certain key (E Major, for example) feels, and the experience of an older, balding man in a flapping bathrobe doing, probably laboriously, what a nine-year old girl in pigtails might do without a thought, beautifully.

I see a deeper meaning — in the significance of music, the sadness-combined-with-wisdom (and its inherent joy) of aging, (the wistfulness he may feel over not learning as a child? the joy in that he gets to choose to learn now?) the “weight” of the instrument — sound, song, music itself — in a life. But sometimes I think that’s just me.

And then there are the moments of incontrovertible profundity — no one wants to practice their scales, no one listens to their mother. No arguing with that, even if both “no one”s are wrong in their laxity.